Lyrics:
wanna judge but you running out of luck see all my niggas abide by shit you can't Touch
What's congress nigga we got parliament
Part of it is
kupinda paari njombo usina pafair unokaura(eh)
She tell me don't worry ndoona mangwana makuseni(what what)
That is the morning after honestly I'm scared
To learn, to grow, to laugh, to live to live
To live every day with purpose and passion
To wake up in the morning and be thankful
Thankful for that morning
They'll lock you up and throw
Away the key witness
Justice is the whim of a judge
Check his chest density
(Hands down this is the best
Day I can ever
forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
the day bein' pleasant and charmin'
"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply
Intending no
I been on my good side for a minute now
Long Days, Cars Rides with the baby girl
Hard life lotta strife don't complain about it
Out in public baby
Try to rob me get the fully or the semi
Tell me what you want?
I got clientele, send it to me
I'mma get it off
Wake up early in the morning just
Can't live with women, can't live without them
Got some issues eating me from inside out
I'm just getting by
I'm rarely turning up to Uni and,anytime I
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Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
fought fights I have never witnessed
Don't ever judge another life from a distance
Don't ever judge a person by there type of sin
Don't ever judge a person
(Don't cry)
Chances, slippin' away
Slippin' away (Don't cry)
(No more chances)
You can't live inside the box and claim your mission's to free us
Been
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
I die famous, hard to explain this
I live a life to die famous
[Verse 2]
hustle money by Bloods, Crips, and drug dealers
It's all love wit us but
niggas shoot
I'm from the Bronx you could tell by my boots
Timberlands unlaced
It was sickening collecting chump change
Ain't religious ain't go to church
and learn…life
Broken in the morning but I’m stronger by the night
I wasnt born to be a coward I was born here to fight
Hand out with food but you take my hand
snoring
Makin us some breakfast so we can have a good morning
And I like to hang out on the deck
And think about all the bad shit I've left
Was a delinquent
I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cash
all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own rules I be the judge and jury in my life
Anyone else that
the day being pleasant and charming
"Good morning, good morning" the sergeant he cried
"And the same to you gentlemen" we did reply
Intending no harm
That you get when you live where love is hard
And she said
Don't you sit and judge me
From some high and mighty seat
Don't you shrug off
Until
wish we have arisen this morning; and by Your wish we come to the evening, and by Your will we live, and by Your will, we die; and to You is the arising
a Muslim, and not an idolater
O Allāh! By Your wish we have arisen this morning; and by Your wish we come to the evening, and by Your will we live, and by
the day bein' pleasant and charmin'
"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply
Intending no
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